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Today, in order to get George his gifts, I actually went to the mall. And not just any mall -- what, in Winnipeg, is THE MALL TO END ALL MALLS, St. Vital Centre.
In short, the place where all the insane people congregate during the holiday season. And silly me, I budgeted two and a half hours there between the time I arrived and the time I was scheduled to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eastpath, who works in THE MALL, for lunch.
Two and a half hours is way, WAY too long to spend at St. Vital Centre when it's crammed full of holiday shoppers who flit around like extremely lively zombies, mindlessly searching for the best deal.
It's WAY too long to listen to Christmas music.
It's DEFINITELY way too long to be bombarded with the sparkly, shiny, flashy manifestations of the Great God Commerce.
And don't even get me started onThe Pit of Venality and Twopenny Dreams Wal-Mart. I got thirty feet into the store and had to turn back. The stink of corruption was just too appalling.
I discovered that being in THE MALL's food court between noon and 1 PM is the auditory equivalent of having your brain eaten by mice. I also learned that high-end Italian pullover sweaters run about $175. Sweet baby Jesus!
But I did get George's gifts, and this year's "special ornament" for our tree. And lunch witheastpath was a lot of fun. So it wasn't a total loss.
A tip for any Winnipegers who might be reading this and who actually dare to brave the horrors of THE MALL: The Starbucks franchise on the food court near the exits is actually an oasis of calm, peace, and sanity. Highly recommended.
It's going to take me a while to calm down from the sensory overload. *sigh*
In short, the place where all the insane people congregate during the holiday season. And silly me, I budgeted two and a half hours there between the time I arrived and the time I was scheduled to meet
eastpath, who works in THE MALL, for lunch.Two and a half hours is way, WAY too long to spend at St. Vital Centre when it's crammed full of holiday shoppers who flit around like extremely lively zombies, mindlessly searching for the best deal.
It's WAY too long to listen to Christmas music.
It's DEFINITELY way too long to be bombarded with the sparkly, shiny, flashy manifestations of the Great God Commerce.
And don't even get me started on
I discovered that being in THE MALL's food court between noon and 1 PM is the auditory equivalent of having your brain eaten by mice. I also learned that high-end Italian pullover sweaters run about $175. Sweet baby Jesus!
But I did get George's gifts, and this year's "special ornament" for our tree. And lunch with
eastpath was a lot of fun. So it wasn't a total loss.A tip for any Winnipegers who might be reading this and who actually dare to brave the horrors of THE MALL: The Starbucks franchise on the food court near the exits is actually an oasis of calm, peace, and sanity. Highly recommended.
It's going to take me a while to calm down from the sensory overload. *sigh*
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